Come with me, good man, where the ground is dead
And you simply cannot breathe.
It has been too hard, but your luck could change,
If you’d just get off your knees.
I have tried my best to warn before,
But alas, it came no far.
Now you’re here again and you want to mend
Your blistered, painful scar.

I fell to my knees while I screamed my pleas,
To the brim, 'twas filled, with shame.
I had lost much more in the vicious war,
Past and present merged; the same.
As the winter passed and snow left the grass,
New beginnings, they had came.
Yet I felt that twitch, an unbridled hitch,
My resistance was in vain.

Open eyes, they saw, to the foggy pier;
How the ship set sailed for me.
As the mist did clear I did lend my ear
To the voices, speaking free.
How I wished one day, and I hope and prayed,
Lady Luck would cast her charm,
And bestow her gift, manifest her lips,
And save me from all harm.

The time has come, and it could change some,
If you listen, you’ll be strong.
I say nought in vain, but the fact remains,
Is there nothing to be done?
And the Heavens part and they mend my heart
From the troubles it sustained,
And the angel fell and she wished me well,
Now a kiss to **** the pain....